Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
I’m too busy drinking in his delectable V muscle to assist in his undressing. Luckily for me, he manages fine without me. Within seconds, his pants are huddled around his knees, his dress shirt is open, and the honed muscles I can’t take my eyes off move with such grace, I’m overcome by their brilliance in seconds.
I climax with a shameless cry, uncaring of who may hear me. Jack’s white-knuckled hold of the grip handle above his head doubles as my expression switches from uptight to relaxed.
When the shivers wreaking havoc with my body slowly dissipate, he drops his hand to the area where our bodies are intimately joined before he rolls my aching clit with his thumb. How he ever thought he needed teaching is beyond me. Right now, he owns me. He could do anything, and I wouldn’t protest.
After fisting my hair, he drives into me deeper, faster. The rhythmic slaps of our bodies boom throughout the cab of his car. We fuck like wild animals, hungry and craving another helping even with the first course not being fully consumed.
Jack’s balls slam against my ass as he drives me to the brink while I moan his name on repeat, loving that he isn’t a one-hit-wonder. He could have given in to his needs the instant I succumbed to mine, but he didn’t because my desires will always come before his.
“Tivy,” he grunts against my sweat-dotted skin as he powers into me.
I hold on for the ride, clawing at his chest as viciously as I struggle to keep a grip on my sanity.
It is a fruitless effort. His pounds are too relentless, his power over my body exhausting.
“I… I…”
“Give it to me,” Jack demands while doubling the thrusts of his hips.
His fuck should be rough. It should be painful, but instead of being either of those things, it is nothing but brilliant.
I cry out, my body igniting from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. “Oh… please…”
My begs send Jack freefalling over the edge. With his hand curled around my sweaty neck and his cock fully sheathed inside me, he comes with a roar.
I follow right along with him.
As his V muscle grinds against my pulsating clit, hot cum erupts from his cock. He fills me to the brim before the throbs of his fleshy member stretch my orgasm from a slight shudder to a full-body shake.
I’m so spent and exhausted that when Jack sinks back, I balance my cheek on his thrusting chest for several long minutes. That was amazing, beyond anything I could have possibly imagined.
Many prolonged minutes later, my lips rise against his damp chest. Even with a stream of traffic on each side of us, the intimacy of our closeness hasn’t been lost on Jack. He’s still inside me, and even with exhaustion rendering us silent, his cock understands our intimacy well. It’s primed and ready to go like it didn’t achieve release only minutes ago.
“We’re going to kill each other, you know? We’re going to die of sexual exhaustion.”
Jack’s chuckles rumble in his chest before they escape his lips. “It has a mind of its own.” After brushing back strands of hair stuck to my temples, he treks his finger down my inflamed cheek. “Especially when it comes to you.” I study his gorgeous face for any regrets when he asks, “Let me feed you. Please.”
After grazing my lower lip with my teeth, I nod. My head is screaming for me to step back and assess the situation with more diligence, but with my heart working for the opposition, I can’t hear its protests over my heart’s frantic thumps. “Although I don’t like your chances of finding anywhere with a free table at this hour.”
His smile—kill. Me. Now. It is a mixture of shy and cocky, the perfect combination.
“I think I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
After carefully lifting me off his lap, he cleans me with a tissue from the middle console, slips his trousers back over his backside, then instructs the driver to take us to Dick’s Drive-In.
Jack drinks in my gaped mouth and wide eyes before muttering, “Jess invited me to movie night on one condition. I—”
“Pick up greasy burgers on the way,” I interrupt, well-rehearsed on Jess’s requirement for gatecrashers of Monday Movie Marathon. Caleb and I were duped out of twenty burgers our first week in Seattle because we thought she was catering for a house full of guests. It turns out she’s merely a fan of reheated garbage. She eats the greasy lumps of carbs throughout the week, not that you can tell by her svelte frame.
“So even if I hadn’t forgiven you, our paths still would have crossed tonight?”
“Yes,” Jack confesses, his smile uncontained. “Although I doubt it would have started quite as thrillingly.”